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itBRITTON & MUSSER'S i t
ft+MILY DRUG STORE,
jilarl(et Street, Marietta, Pa.
patrrox MrssEa, successors to Dr. F.
-pinkie, will continue the business at the old
0 ,,d, where they are daily receiving additions
t , ) their stock, which are received from the
sot re iabue d
importers a ll d a smka an u li f b a e c r t a u l r share
Toy
o f public patronage.
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Owls of the public with everything in their
line of trade. Their stock of
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rural AND PURE, HAVING JUST ARRIVED.
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AIL THE POPULAR PATENT MEDICINES.
iv SION of all kinds, Fancy and Toilet Ar
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tar best Trusses, Abdominal Sup
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W.neines and Prescriptions carefully and ac-
Nrstely c ompounded all hours of the day and
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;4 the business. Having had over ten years
pc.dical experience in the drug business ena
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xho may patronize the new firm.
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Mari , ttit, October 20, 1866. 11-tf
Established 1829
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Out on the porch., by the open door, -
Sweet with roses and cool with shale,
Baby is creeping over the flow—
Dear little winsome blue-eyed maid !
All about her the shadows danee,
All about her the roses swing,
Sunbeams in the lattice glance,
Robins up in the branches sing
Up at the blossoms her fingers reach,
Lisping her pleading in broken words,
Cooing away in her tender speech,
Songs like the twitter of nestlicg birds,
Creeping, creeping over the floor,
Soon my birdie will find her wings,
Fluttering out at the open door,
Into the wonderful world of things.
Mr. Editor :—By your permission I
wish to , propound a few questions to
your readers.
Ist. Is it right for a tavern keeper to
take the hard earnings of a poor man
for "fire water," when his poor family is
suffering for the necessaries of life ?
2nd. Is it right for that man t 3 drink
intoxicating liquors, knowing by past
unhappy experience, that drunkenness
will certainly follow ?
3rd. Is it right for parents to permit
their sons to patronize rum shops, thus
causing Them in after life to bring their
"gray hairs down in sorrow to the
grave ?"
4th. Is it right for men and women
to say that the cause of Temperance is
worthy of support, and at the same time
drink domestic wines made by them•
selves ?
sth. Is it right for church members
and church goers to do nothing to ex
tirpate this mighty evillrom our land ?
6th. Is it right for officers in the
church, to make and sell intoxicating
drink ?
7th. Is it right for a Rumseller to
justify himself in continuing his diaboli
cal business, to say that he is regularly
licensed to sell intoxicating liquors ?
Bth. Is it right for a moderate drink
er to continue drinking knowing that
from his ranks the drunkards come to
perpetuate the drinking of rum, which
the sainted Wesley called " Liquid fire
and distilled damnation ?"
9th. Is it right for twelve men to
sign a petition for a tavern license know
ing that wretchedness and misery follow
the course of a drunkard's life 2
10th. Is it right, in view of our re
sponsibilities to God, in view of the
cries of broken-hearted wives and chil
dren, in view of the perishing souls of
drunkards, in view of the judgement day,
I say, is it , right for any man, in view of
the increasing vice of drunkenness to be
idle, to do nothing in rescuing us from so
direful an evil—drunkenness, which is
truly "the sum of all villainies r
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. of informing his
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Itween the hours of
sir Printers beat the Dutch, and eve
rybody else but their wives. We have
now in our office one who preached the
gospel, ran a side show to a circus, kept
a singing school, ran away with a man's
wife and two children, practised medi
cine, been an agent for a concert troupe,
and a clerk of a steamboat. He is now
reformed, and settled down to a legiti
mate business—that of sticking. type.
We'll make a man °aim ye-L.—Exchange.
1867.-tf.
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profession in ell ite
:vices to the citizens
vicinity.
is formerly occupied
'-st., Marietta.
"Here, you young rascal, walk up/and
give an account of yourself. Where
have.you been?" "After the girls, fath
er.' "Did you ever know me to do so
when I was a boy ?" "No, sir, but mu
thee did."
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Baby on the Porch.
For The .Iferriellian
Is it Right?
grrkytitlltut Ternsglintnia *urnal for t N,onte (Tittle.
MARIETTA, PA., SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1867.
Cousin Bob's Whiskers.
There are some people in this world
with whom the art of contradiction real
ly, assumes the dignity of a science; it is
so perfectly understood and so constant
ly carried out that I can only imagine it
to be the result of deep thought and re
flection. A Hale obstinacy now, once
and a while, is only a sort of commenda
ble self respect; but why people wilt
insist npon hazing their own way about
a thing for no other purpose than because
it is their own way, when it is a self-evi
dent fact that some one else's way is de
cidedly preferable, is a metaphysical
problem which it would require wiser
heads than mine to solve. Such people
always remind me of a certain river,
which took an odd, unreasonable sort of
a bend, and which a banign government
deemed it best to straighten. A smooth
and commodious channel was prepared
forthwith, and every means taken to in
duce this unruly stream to proceed in
the way of the righteous. All in vain ;
the disloyal waters refused any such ac
commodations, and persisted.in fretting
and funning along in their own rough
way beneath the cliffs, where a rebellious
little city sat defiantly perched, tor
menting their unhappy waves with the
shot and shell of a terrible conflict.
And yet I think it would be decidedly
easier to manage the Mississippi than to
essay managing a headstrong girl; and
of all headstrong girls Nettie Lee is the
—well, superlatives fail to express her
willfulness. It was provoking. Every
body had considered it a settled thing
for a long time—ever since, they were
children, in fact, Robert and she had
been "cut out" for each other, and for
the last year or two, they were thought
to be as good as engaged, and now, when
the poor fellow returned from college,
with all sorts of honors and capital let
ters to his name, she was just barely
civil, and nothing. more. Everybody
else was crazy with delight at his arriv
al. Auntie had talked of nothing but
this for weeks ; uncle gave a grand sup.
per in honor of the successful graduate ;
half of the girls were desperately in love
before he had been home three days ;
and Nettie—wilful Nettie, for whom
alone he bad eyes or ears—was in the
depths of a flirtation with that detesta
ble Tom Ellis, whose great red whiskers
might serve as torches for Charon him
self. •
"How can you treat Bob so unkindly,
Nettie ?" I asked one night when we
were alone in our room. "I know you
ke him."
"Of course I like him," was her de
mure reply. " I have a great cousinly
regard for him; and as he has always
been very kind to me, why shouldn't I
like him 2"
"Then why do you treat him so badly ?
Why do you flirt with that odious red
whiskered Ellis, when you she that it
makes Bob so furious that he told me
this evening he could scarcely refrain
from kicking him out ?"
"Which would have been a very gen
tlemanly way of treating his father's
guest, I am sure," said Nettie ironically.
"Come, Fan, we're very good friends.;
but don't undertake to fight Bob's bat
tles for him—he has plenty to do that
I already. As for Mr. Ellis, if I choose
to fancy his society, Robert has no right
to complain, much less to insult him
about my inclination. So there, Fan,
don't trouble your poor little head about
the matter. Cousin Bob and I have too
many friends interested in our welfare
already— more than we require I assure
you."
This was all the satisfaction that
could be got from Nettie ; and although
she more than once intimated that it
was none of my business, I couldn't help
interceding, now and then, for poor Bob
who looked so lackadaisical and miser
able-that every one felt sorry for him.
" It is only out of contradiction, Rob
ert," I said consolingly, one evening, as
Nettie departed for a ride with Mr.
lis, "I am sure she cannot like that
horrid-looking man."
"Do you really think him bad looking
Fannie ?" asked Bob, much relieved,
he has such a splendid pair of whiskers I"'
"Splendid !" I exclaimed. "Splendid !
I think them frightful."
"Almost every one admires them,"
said Bob, with a sigh. " I heard Nettie
say the other day, she hated to see a
mau with a girl's face," he continued,
rubbing his. own smooth chin.
Cl. M. C
"She knew you were listening, Bob
and said it to tease you. I think she
heard something about your admiration
for Miss Billiage,4nd is having her re
venge." .
Miss Enphemis , Billings was one of
Bob's college flames, and a young lady
of a somewhat literary turn—a great ad
mirer of Tennyson and Browning, whose
works Bob still possessed, as she had re
turned them to him, with her comments
inscribed in a very delicate hand on the
margin. For my part although I have
always been rather ashamed to acknowl
edge it, I never could appreciate the
fashionable style of poetry. I suppose,
as Miss Lucinda says, it is because my
mind is uncultivated ; but the ideas al
ways seem so misty and mysterious, and
the world so very wrong side out, that I
find the whole affair is generally beyond
my comprehension.
But Miss Billings was intellectual.
Her mind was.a perfect hot-bed of culti
vation where all Sorts of knowledge
flourished in a surprising degree. Bob's
edition of the "English- Poets" was
inscribed with her dainty little com
ments : " How touching !" " Too true I"
'-Sweetly tender ?" making it in my
opinion, quite invaluable as a book of
interpretation. Of course such an ethe •
real poetical creature could never be
guilty of anything so mundane as a flirt
ation ; still young Mr. Jameson had al
ways been one of her most valued friends
and he was even suspected of being the
subject of one of her odes, commencing,
" My friend, when other ties are thine !"
which I think was sufficient to excuse
Nettie's conduct in a measure.
However, the memory of poor Miss
Billings had vanished, as she herself
would have said, " like night before the
dawn," and the sunny, roguish. sparkling
little witch of a Nettie, had him bound
heart and soul to her chariot of triumph
and seemed utterly unconscious or in
different to the torture she was inflict
ing.
" drive me to desperation ye
Fannie. I can't say what will be the
result if that red-whiskered fellow hangs
around her much longer,!'
"Then, why don't you retaliate, you
foolish fellow? Go flirt with Dora
Dudley, or some other girl, and make
believe you don't care."
" I can't," said Robert, ruefully—" I
haven't the heart. I'll call that Ellis
out yet! Look at them now," he con
tinned with a despairing glance at Net
tie : "she's going to sing for him his fa
vorite air, Love's Giddings,' confound
him ! I asked h'er to sing my song the
other evening—l meant that sweet lit
tle air she used to sing so divinely last
summer; and will you believe it, Fan,
she sat down to the piano and commen
ced ' Bobbin' Round,' and of course all
the girls commenced to titter."
Of course I believed it, for Nettie was
dreadful enough for anything ; and when
her uncle and aunt went to town for a
few days, leaving her mistress of the
house, she became, if possible; more tor
menting than ever. But the crisis came
at last. One evening when Nettie was
entertaining several of her friends—Mr.
Ellis among the number—in her own
bright way, and acting towards Bob with
the most faultless politeness, a messen
ger called him to the door, and we sate
him no more that evening. Subsequent
ly I heard the poor fellow walking up
stairs in his study, and felt that he was
struggling with the "green eyed mon
ster" that had each complete possession
of him- I looked reproachfully at Net
tie. She appeared serenely unconscious
and I wondered mentally what sort of a
conscience she had.
The next morning at breakfast Bob
was invisible, and Nettie, as mistress of
the house, sent Lucy, auntie's little En_
glish maid, to call him. Lucy returned,
,eoking quite alarmed.
"Please, miss, I knocked ac 'ard as I
could, and Mr. Robert didn't answer;
he only groaned."
"Groaned!" I exclaimed in horror.
"Oh, Nettie!"
"Nonsense I" replied the imperturb
able young lady. "It was probably a
snore you heard, Lucy. Go call him
again, and say that breakfast is getting
cold."
"Please, miss, I'm afraid he's hill.
He did groan most dreadful."
"Nonsense," returned Nettie • "go
do as I tell you. Fannie, don't be such
a little - goose ; you look frightened to
death."
"Oh, Nettie ! how can you be so cool
about it? He has threatened to do
something desperate for a long time.
Who knows but he has taken strychnine,
charcoal or something of the sort.? He
was perfectly furious last night. I
heard him walking hikstudy like a mad
.
man."
" Upon my word, Fannie Fairie," Net
tie replied, "I gave yon,credit for, more
sense. Bob has overslept. himself, and
yon must ,turn it into a tragedy or a sai
nide. ,Well, Lucy, did you eall< him
again ?"
"I did, miss, and he said something
or other I didn't exactly understand. It
sounded very much like ewearin', miss."
" He is in a good frame of mind for a
journey to the other world. Come, Fan
lot us have breakfast without my lord
this morning. He will come down when
he is ready, probably."
But Nettie, in spite of her bravery,
had no appetite, and I was thoroughly
alarmed, although I kept as quiet as
possible.
".I am going to call Robert again,
Nettie," I said after breakfast. "I am
afraid there is more than you think the
matter with him."
"As you please," she, replied, assum
an air of utter indifference, though she
had become, I saw plainly, quite ner
vous and fidgety. "You may suggest
that no breakfast will be procurable af
ter ten. That may be a powerful in
ducement with our slumberous prince."
I ascended to Bob's room and com
menced a vigorous tattoo . on the door
panel. No answer. I called repeatedly
but all was silent. "Are you sick, Cous
in Robert? For Heaven's sake, what
is the matter?" Not a sound answered
my excited appeal.
Terrified beyond ninasure, anti tremb
ling with all sorts of dreadful apprehen
sions, I returned to Nettie, determined
to vent my feelings on her, whose cruel
conduct had, I was confident, driven
Robert to the committal of some fearful
deed. I was nearly struck dumb with
amazement at finding that incomprehen
sible girl, with her head against the
window panes, sobbing like the veriest
baby. Nettie Lee itrtears, and as sub
dued as a min ! My resentment vanish
ed like smoke ; my arms were around
her in an instant, her bright head rest
ing on my shoulder, as I whispered—
" Don't Nettie, darling—don't cry so !
Perhaps, after all, there is nothing the
matter."
" There is I there is ! I know there
is 1 Oh, Fannie 1 Fannie 1 and to think
that lam the cause of it all I" I really
thought she was ; bat I was so aston
ished at the melting of this icicle, that
I hadn't the heart to agree with her.
I never cared—for Tom—Ellis—nev
er 1" she sobbed, with her face hid on
my shoulder. "1 liked43ob better than
any one else in the world—always—al
ways ; but everybody talked so much
about it and seemed to think it all set
tled, when we were not even formally
engaged, that I determined to let them
see I was not to be so easily won."
"Nettie Nettie dearest! do you re
ally mean it ?" said a sepulchral voice
behind us ; and we shrieked in concert,
for there was Bob standing in his study
door, looking like a wounded soldier—
his face all tied up with innumerable
handkerchiefs, but his great eyes fairly
dancing with delight.
"Cousin Bob," I commenced severely
"I should like to know what you mean
by such conduct. You have nearly
frightened us to death."
" Say it again, Nettie !" said Robert,
utterly unconscious of my wrath. "Say
just once more that you don't like Tom
Ellis and that you do like me, just—a
little."
" Better than any one in the world
youtaid before, you know, Nett," I ad
ded wickedly.
Poor Nettie I She was completely
cornered. All her independence and
sauciness Were gone, and she stood con
victed by her own confession, which
Robert, wicked wretch, had heard dis
tinctly through his study door, when we
thought he was up in his bed-room, kill
ed, wounded or . poisoned.:Poor little
Nett 1 She bore her defeat like a vet
eran, and did just only the thing sbe
could do—plead guilty. She put both
her hands in Bob's and told him she did
like him just a little ; and the uncon
scionable fellow made her say " better
than any one else," and the poor little
culprit was foolish enough to say that
too. Dear me 1 I wouldn't have be
lieved it of Nettie. And then I thought
it time to come in with a little practical
common sense. So I requested Mr.
Rebert to explain his conduct.
" What is-the matter with your face?'
said I, " I suppose it looks glorified to
Nett, but to me it looks very much fly
blistered. What did you green and
swear for this morning, when poor Lucy
went to call you to breakfast ? and when
I almost knocked my knuckles out on
your door, why didn't you vouchsafe an
answer ?"
"What is the matter with your face,
li,obe!t 7' said Nett, just 'awakening to
the fact that it looked like a rare beef
steak.
" So it is 1" said Bob, looking very
foolish, "it's enonghlo make a fellow
swear." , - .
VOL. XIII.-NO. 34.
"Confound it," I added consolingly ;
"but what did it-? You look as if an in
experienced Indian had essayed to scalp
you, and commenced by way of variety
at the chin. But what did it ?"
"Don't laugh at me, Nettie," Bob
pleaded, regardless of my effort at wit;
"it was all for your sake."
" I told you so, Nett," I exclaimed
sotto voce. "He has been trying suicide
a la Comanche."
"Yon made so mach fun of my
smooth face,you know." Nettie looked
very contrite and conscience-stricken—
"and said that—that you hated girlish
looking men, and I—"
" I didn't mean it, though," said Net
tie, penitently.
" Didn't you?" said Bob, delighted,
" but I -thought you did, and some
swindling rascal—l'd just like to get
hold of him I' he went on, ferociously—
'advertised a recipe for making whiskers
grow in a few weeks, and=-'
Ha-? ha 1 ha? Please excuse mw,
Robert. but indeed, I can't help it.
Nett, Nett, it is the richest thing I've
heard yet l And you expected to out
rival Tom Ellis, did - you, Bob ?"
Don't laugh at the poor fellow,' said
Nett, biting her lips to repress her
laughter. It must hurt dreadfully,
Robert'
It does,' said Bob, ruefully—'smarts
like the old mischief. But I don't care
so much for that. I was so mad, and I
knew you'd laugh so, that I wouldn't
answer Lucy this morning; and when
Fannie knocked at the door I was down
here; and then—and then you talked
right by the door, and I couldn't help
hearing, you know—' and Bob blush
ed, the dear old fellow, almost as furious
ly as Nettie did.
That night when Uncle and Aunt
Jameson came home, Bob, despite bie
blistered face, looked very handsome
and happy, presented his little betrothed
and took all uncle's teasing very good
naturedly.
He has quite a flourishing crop of
whiskers now, and he calls them the
trophies of his victory over Tom Ellis
and wilful little Nett.—N. Y. Sunday
"
Stuff for Smiles.
Mr. Billings, in hie advice to a young
ady as to how she shall receive a pro-
posal, says :—"You ought to take it
kind, looking down hill with an expreo
- about half tickled and half scart.
After the pop iz over, if yore luvyer
wants to kiss you, I don't think I would
say yes or no, but let the thing kind uv
take its own course."
A cotemporary finds fault with the
practice of putting Latin inscriptions on
tombstones. But what more appropri
ate place than a graveyard can there be
for a dead language ?
There's always one consolation, what
ever our misfortune—it might be worse.
Where life bangs on a thread, it would
be a comfort to think that it was not
hanging on a rr pe.
At a spiritual meeting a short time
ago, the prophet Balsam was called up,
and asked if there were any jackasses in
his sphere. "No," he replied, indignant
ly, "they are all on earth."
Artemus Ward, in one of his moral
humors said, that, as a Son of Temper
ance he believes in Temperance hotels,
though as a general thing they sell poor
er liquor than the other sort.
Mrs. Partington wants to know why
the -Captain of a vessel can't keep a
memorandum of the weight of his anchor
instead of weighing it every time they
go out of port.
A drunken fellow recovering from a
dangerous illness, was asked whether he
had been afraid of meeting his God.
"No,"' said he, "I was only afeard of
t'other, chap."
The .young lady who eaw a baby with
out kieeing it ' has acknowledged that
her friend's bonnet is handsomer than
her own.
"The ocean speaks eloquently, and
forever," says Beecher. "Yes," retort
ed Prentice, "and there is no use in tell
big it to dry np."
The man who "took a walk" the other
day brought it back again, but the next
day took a ride and went off with it.
The Chineese say a drunkard's nose is
a light-house, warning us of the little
water that passes underneath.
Ag Englishman being asked how he
spelled saloon, replied : "With a hest,
a hay, a hell, two hoes, and a hen."
if you don't wish to get angry, never
argue with a blockhead. Remember thp_
duller razorthe more you cat T .
self.
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